Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Slave,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.